wrote a poem: Durian
During a durable durian season
Tourists carefully took a taste
Oh! Wheezing and sneezing
Some abstained
Durian, so divisive
The pulp, so cohesive
Its spikes, can't help but pierce
Eat it thrice, does it induce tears?
Run away from the porcupine-husk
It gets solitude, at last
A protective shell repels;
Invites lovers; disgusts all else
Durian, what is it?
Must be some evil treat!
Creamy flesh, pungent smell
Don't complain about this hell
Nest of centipedes, lay in wait
Come ye, brave hunters,
'tis not too late!
'tis harvest season —
Who wants some?
Durian-lovers —
I bid you come!